The Apron

So I have this apron, and I love it. It's lightweight enough that I don't mind putting it on, big enough to cover most of what gets covered in flour, and flattering enough that it makes me want to get in the kitchen and do some baking. There's just one thing keeping it from being perfect. In fact, it's a pretty big problem.



It's a Christmas apron. This coming from the girl who had her first Christmas tree this year. It was less than a foot tall. It had no ornaments, and the only reason we had that was because of my niece. In fact, we don't have Christmas in my house, we have Giftmas. So how is it that I found myself wearing a Christmas apron in March? I just love the cut.
So the other day when I got that itch to sew, I knew what I was going to make. Do you remember that fabric back in fall that I bought? The stuff that I didn't know what I was going to do with but loved so I had to buy it? I found its purpose in life.



Okay, that picture doesn't do the apron or me justice. Here's a better one.



There, that's better. Less frumpy, certainly.

This was actually a relatively simple pattern to fabricate. And, as a bonus project, I made myself a not-so-white board.

Now, if you have spent more than five minutes in my company you probably know about my possibly unhealthy obsession with dry erase markers. They're brilliant! They write on glass. Think about that for a second. I keep a set of markers in my car in case I need to write anything down while I drive. Going to a new place? I write the directions small on my windshield so that I don't have to fumble with papers. I've also been known to write notes to my friends in dry erase.

So anyways, I was in the shower the other day lamenting the fact that we were wasting my adorable knitting notepad on shopping lists. Then it struck me. I could knit some fabric and put it in a frame, and then I could use that as a whiteboard for my shopping list. But then I gave that some thought and realised that I would be horribly offended if someone wrote over my beautiful knitting. So it shouldn't surprise you to learn what I did with the scraps from my apron.